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I can’t tell you how many people have asked me why I want to teach yoga. Why would I leave my well-paying and highly respected corporate job...to teach yoga? Why would I waste all the education I worked so hard for...to teach yoga? I was even told that there are so many yoga teachers and yoga studios out there already; the world doesn’t need another one.
If hairdressers and restaurants took on this same advice there wouldn’t be 3 of each thriving in my small town of 5,000 people. They had a passion with a vision and they went with it. And the world made space for them.
Yoga has become so popular that it is offered in the workspace and schools, at homes for the elderly and rehabilitation centers. Yoga has also become so commercialised, with advertisements of people with the perfect yoga body doing the perfect advanced yoga pose in the perfect yoga outfit, that many people are intimidated to even try yoga. I have met several people over the years who have told me they are not flexible enough or strong enough or fit enough to do yoga. I have never owned the highly coveted Lulu Lemon pants and probably never will, as that is not what yoga is about for me.
Yoga is not about the shape of your body; it is about the shape of your life.
Yoga brings me back to who I truly am. Yoga simplifies my life. It brings me out of the sometimes obsessive thoughts in my head and back into feeling my body. It brings me closer to my more difficult emotions, which helps me process them and let them go, freeing up space for the feel-good emotions.
Life makes sense when I am on my mat, and each time I practice yoga I bring a little bit more of that feeling of clarity and grounding back into my life off of the mat. It is no coincidence that it was in yoga class that the idea of becoming a yoga teacher broke through the walls of my heart and traveled to the realm of my thoughts.
And that thought, of sharing the beauty of yoga with others, of helping others to benefit like I have, kept nagging at me, despite the naysayers, or the fear of change, or the intermittent self-doubt.
I now have the opportunity to use my business knowledge and experience (think strategy, P&L, marketing, tactics!), no longer within the safety net of a corporation with a paid salary. I am challenged to go out of my comfort zone, to feel the fear and do it anyway. To face the uncertainty that comes with being an entrepreneur, even if on a very small scale.
These are the facets of business that I read about in business school but never had the opportunity to practice until now. It is exciting to be able to draw upon different parts of my education than before, following half of the guidance and throwing the other half out out the window, being brave enough to follow intuition and heart instead.
Have I mastered all the lessons I want to teach? Not at all. Most good teachers will admit that they must continually work on practicing what they preach. We teach what we need to learn, and some of the deeply ingrained habits and thought patterns we want to change take years of practice to reprogram. But there is a deep knowing that I have something to share that will be valuable to someone, hopefully to many.
Check out my classes at www.michelleborner.ch/yoga. Try out a class. Share with your friends. The world might not need another “yoga teacher”, but it certainly needs more community, more consciousness and much more love.
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It's been a long road to where I am today, but one for which I'm very thankful.
I was born and raised in Vancouver, Canada and, while my heart calls that home, I've spent just as much of my life living outside of Vancouver as I did living there.
My parents taught me from a very young age how to live an intentional life by working very hard to create their own destiny.
In my own attempt to create the life I wanted, at 19 years old I started traveling the world, living in London (eastern Canada), Bermuda, Amsterdam, Zurich (2000 to 2006, and again since June 2014), Atlanta, New York City, and Chicago.
My nomadic experiences taught me a lot about finding happiness in new and exciting (albeit challenging) experiences, but very little about seeking happiness from within.
In 2008 it seemed like I had it all.
I was at the height of my career earning a generous 6-figure income working on a financial markets trading floor in Manhattan. My husband, C, and I had a beautiful apartment with the perfect Manhattan skyline view. My parents, whom we were very close to, lived part-time in the same building as us. C was delving into the entrepreneurial world with an exciting startup business.
We took annual vacations to St.Martin and Florida (often with my parents), and I was fortunate to visit my friends and family in Vancouver and Zurich regularly. Many dear friends and family members passed through our apartment as they visited NYC. After years of practicing yoga, I had organically transitioned from the physical practice into the more holistic, guided by a few inspirational yoga teachers at my favorite studio in Long Island City.
Everything was flowing beautifully.
AND THEN. And then the financial markets crashed. And then the funding for the startup business got pulled. And then we lost all of our investment funds, or had them tied up in a failing market.
We suddenly found ourselves on one income, with our NYC living costs based on two, our savings were dry and I was pregnant with our first child. For a person educated in financial matters, I had made some pretty poor financial planning decisions.
We had to redesign our lives to fit into our new environment.
It was an extremely stressful time that I wouldn't wish on anyone. When our son, Cale, was 7 weeks old and I was on maternity leave, we moved to Chicago for a job opportunity my husband had. A few months turned into 5 years.
At first, it was isolating and challenging having a newborn and living in a place where I didn't know a soul. I was lonely and, if I’m honest, a little bored. I was very fortunate to find a mom & baby yoga class near me and started going weekly. I got out of the house, met other new moms, and started feeling less alone. I surprised myself with how much I loved being a Mom dealing with baby poop instead of the adult shit that goes on in the ego-driven financial world.
After 6 months of mat leave, I returned to work part-time at home and started feeling the weight of all the recent life changes lift. Life returned to a new normal.
I unexpectedly got pregnant with my second child when my first was 13 months old. Despite the stresses of our situation, my first pregnancy was the most profound and beautiful physical experience I'd ever had. I felt energetic, beautiful and bonded to my growing belly, to a point that near the end of my pregnancy I was quite sad it would soon come to an end.
I loved my belly and all the hope of what was inside.
I continued with my regular vinyasa yoga practice until the day before Cale was born, as well as with a gentle prenatal class that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
In contrast, my second pregnancy started with terrible morning sickness, which meant too many mornings were spent lying on the playroom floor trying to muster up the energy to engage with my toddler. I experienced deep feelings of sadness that I would no longer get precious one-on-one time with Cale, and regret that I was about to turn his world as he knew it upside down.
My saving grace was my prenatal yoga class where I got 60 minutes a week to focus on the baby growing inside of me.
I had to have a scheduled c-section with both kids, due to previous abdominal surgery that was needed to remove invasive fibroids. C-section was the polar opposite of the home birth I held in my dreams. I eventually accepted that this was the safest option for baby and I, but what I didn't expect was just how difficult the recovery would be after my daughter, Noelle, was born.
I suffered in pain for 4 weeks due to an undiagnosed internal infection (from the cesarean) that I had to fight to get properly diagnosed and treated. Because of this, I wasn't able to carry Cale and could barely play with him.
The guilt and sadness felt like an insurmountable mountain.
I was fortunate to have help from my husband, Mom and mother-in-law for the first 6 weeks, but my Mom left telling me "I don't know how you're going to manage this". And I didn't know either.
I didn't recognize it at the time, but I started falling into a postpartum depression. I was overwhelmed with responsibility. I cried throughout the day. I felt helpless. Alone. Unable to do the simplest things. Getting both kids in the car felt like running a marathon.
So when I got a call 4 months postpartum for an attractive project management contract working 60%, my husband encouraged me to interview.
I jumped at the opportunity to work outside the home.
The opportunity to escape the madness of life with a newborn and toddler.
To escape from feeling like I couldn't do anything right.
To escape from the constant physical and emotional demands of these two beautiful children who were doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing.
It turns out a working mother can't just check out of motherhood Monday to Friday, and check in on the weekends.
I had managed to trade in the guilt of being a terrible mother at home, for the guilt of a working mother who is paying someone else to raise her kids while she works. I had traded in the stress of meeting the demands of 2 little ones for the stress of meeting project deadlines and running client workshops while in a sleep-deprived state.
I felt like an imposter in this financial world of men talking about things I no longer had any interest in, like I was now pretending to be the businesswoman I had always identified myself with. I was exhausted by working intensely all day, coming home to put the kids to bed, working again in the evening, and then getting only a few hours of interrupted sleep during the night.
I was maxed out and was officially diagnosed with postpartum depression.
While I considered taking anti-depressive medication, I feared it would mask my symptoms and prevent me from getting to the root of my problems. I wanted to address whatever was wrong with me in a way that prevented myself, and my family, from ever being in this position again. I mentally put the medication option in my back pocket to reconsider in the future if needed.
Instead I started therapy, sought health advice from a Naturopath and revived my journaling. I focused on sleeping more, eating better and took an 8-week meditation course. I read loads of books on parenting, on self-discovery, and on getting things done more effectively. I accidentally found a spiritual guide who helped me question and solidify my core beliefs.
I took my baby to mom&baby yoga and met some amazing women who helped me see the light through my dark times. I met some women for a reason, some for a season and one kindred spirit who will surely be with me for a lifetime.
It felt good to know I wasn't the only one struggling, to know that I wasn't alone.
With all the professionals I sought advice from, the best advice I received was from my Mom. "Start yoga again - for yourself and not with the kids", she advised. And I did. I found an amazing studio with a beautiful teacher who weaved in bits of wisdom throughout her class. It felt like group therapy. I stayed after class a few times to talk to her and inevitably ended up in tears. But it still felt good and I kept going.
I ended up deciding that one of my 2 gigs had to go.
Since I couldn't give up the parenting gig, I quit my paying job. I wanted to focus on one major thing, and doing that thing well.
It's been close to 4 years since I made the decision to be a stay-at-home-mom and I haven't once regretted it. The days are most definitely long while the years are short. But I've loved being with my kids and I largely attribute my yoga practice, both the physical and spiritual, to my newfound perspective on life.
Life still keeps throwing curveballs, but I am so grateful that my journey through PPD equipped me with tools to better handle life's challenges.
One day, in the middle of yoga class, I had the crazy idea to become a yoga teacher and to really start living what I love. It has taken a lot of patience and perseverance, but I am finally at the point where I am ready to help others as they navigate life's ups and downs. I want to create a space for moms to feel supported in a community, uplifted physically and emotionally, and inspired in their quest for being the best version of themselves.
I know my story is not entirely unique. I know every mom struggles from time to time, or even all the time. If you can relate, I would love to hear your story too. Let's support each other through the darkness by being each others light .
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Michelle Borner, a mom on 23 missions, blogs about her Deep Thoughts on a wide range of topics from parenting to conscious living to lessons from brain cancer.
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